[Tuesday--Moon Time]
Jul. 25th, 2005 03:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The morning came clear and sunny. Surreal didn't notice. Or rather, she did, peeking one eye up at the sun. And then she whimpered. Because, Mother Night, that hurt. Not the sunlight. The pain in her abdomen.
She tried to close the curtains, knowing what even that little bit of Craft would cost her. The rippling pain seemed worth it to avoid getting out of bed. Her tiny cry was enough to bring Graysfang bounding in, though.
He could smell what was wrong without asking. Any male could. It was a protective instinct developed over generations. Females wielded great power, but the first three days of their moontime they couldn't use it. Any use of Craft would be painful. The larger the use, the more excruciating. Without the use of Craft, they were vulnerable. Males could sense it. They tended to band around their chosen females to protect them from other males, or rival females, at that point, becoming fiercely protective. Warlord Princes had been known to rise to the killing edge at the slightest perceived threat.
The darker the Jewels she wore, the more debilitating the witch's moontime was, as if it had to balance the immense power she commanded the other 25 days of her cycle. A witch could stop her moontime for maybe one month, drawing on her power if the need was great, but she'd pay for it the next cycle.
Surreal had stopped hers the month before. Something was going on and in the pain she was in now, she couldn't remember what, but it had seemed a prudent sacrifice at the time. Everything has a price. She was paying it. Not much to do but wait it out. Curl up. Read. Try to sleep.
Daemon brewed good tonics to ease the pain, if she remembered properly, but she couldn't quite bring herself to call for him. Not yet. He got so growly and fussy and while petting didn't seem actually that bad of an idea right now, even sending a thought along a Green thread would be too much effort.
Graysfang leapt up onto the bed, circled three times, and curled up next to her, a warm presence. He didn't sleep, though. His eyes flicked back and forth between the balcony door and her bedroom door, searching for a threat. If she was in too much pain he'd go get someone, but for now he just nuzzled her a bit and urged her back to sleep.
It was a sign of how much it hurt and how drained she felt that she didn't protest.
ooc: If anyone wants to stop by with tonics or novels or gentle petting and conversation, feel free. Just needed a reason she wasn't off doing things or reading her friend's list or whatever for the next three days and this seemed a good canon reason. ;)
She tried to close the curtains, knowing what even that little bit of Craft would cost her. The rippling pain seemed worth it to avoid getting out of bed. Her tiny cry was enough to bring Graysfang bounding in, though.
He could smell what was wrong without asking. Any male could. It was a protective instinct developed over generations. Females wielded great power, but the first three days of their moontime they couldn't use it. Any use of Craft would be painful. The larger the use, the more excruciating. Without the use of Craft, they were vulnerable. Males could sense it. They tended to band around their chosen females to protect them from other males, or rival females, at that point, becoming fiercely protective. Warlord Princes had been known to rise to the killing edge at the slightest perceived threat.
The darker the Jewels she wore, the more debilitating the witch's moontime was, as if it had to balance the immense power she commanded the other 25 days of her cycle. A witch could stop her moontime for maybe one month, drawing on her power if the need was great, but she'd pay for it the next cycle.
Surreal had stopped hers the month before. Something was going on and in the pain she was in now, she couldn't remember what, but it had seemed a prudent sacrifice at the time. Everything has a price. She was paying it. Not much to do but wait it out. Curl up. Read. Try to sleep.
Daemon brewed good tonics to ease the pain, if she remembered properly, but she couldn't quite bring herself to call for him. Not yet. He got so growly and fussy and while petting didn't seem actually that bad of an idea right now, even sending a thought along a Green thread would be too much effort.
Graysfang leapt up onto the bed, circled three times, and curled up next to her, a warm presence. He didn't sleep, though. His eyes flicked back and forth between the balcony door and her bedroom door, searching for a threat. If she was in too much pain he'd go get someone, but for now he just nuzzled her a bit and urged her back to sleep.
It was a sign of how much it hurt and how drained she felt that she didn't protest.
ooc: If anyone wants to stop by with tonics or novels or gentle petting and conversation, feel free. Just needed a reason she wasn't off doing things or reading her friend's list or whatever for the next three days and this seemed a good canon reason. ;)
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Date: 2005-07-26 12:48 am (UTC)She floated a chair next to the bed and Ladvarian sat next to the chair after she settled into it. She handed Surreal a glass.
"Here, Sister, this will help."
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Date: 2005-07-26 01:15 am (UTC)"Thank you."
She eyed it before drinking, though. Not to test it, she trusted Jaenelle, but simply because of a few comments that had been made about the kick some of Jaenelle's tonics had.
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Date: 2005-07-26 01:35 am (UTC)"Tonics for this have no kicks, Surreal. They need to be gentle on a witch's system."
She called in a comfortable wrap and made sure that Surreal was comfortable before calling in some candles and some of her favorite novels.
Ladvarian laid down by her feet and she smiled at Surreal in understanding. "Gentle pets or reading right now?"
Obviously, her sister was going nowhere.
"Oh, I kissed Daemon last night."
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Date: 2005-07-26 01:45 am (UTC)She snuggled down, shifting to be more comfortable, but her smile brightened a bit at the news.
"Did you now? And how did it go?"
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Date: 2005-07-26 10:42 am (UTC)"I don't think I have to worry about him not wanting me," she said with a grin. "It was much different than when I was a child."
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Date: 2005-07-26 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-26 12:56 am (UTC)Are you sure you would want a male fussing over you right now, when you hurt that damned bad?! I'd be smacking the nearest male hand with the cane I keep next to the bed--just for that purpose alone.
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Date: 2005-07-26 02:25 am (UTC)He's about to knock on the door, when he catches another psychic scent, one that's cool, dark, and skitters down his spine. Jaenelle. As long as he knows someone is looking after Surreal, he won't intrude.
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Date: 2005-07-26 02:59 am (UTC)He sent a telepathic sort of general 'knock' beforehand, of course, to the three in the room.
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Date: 2005-07-26 03:07 am (UTC)She sent a rueful welcome back. Pale and with smudges under her eyes was not exactly how she had envisioned seeing him again, but the tonic had eased the pain and she was more desirous of knowing he was okay than giving in to vanity.
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Date: 2005-07-26 03:17 am (UTC)He brushed a kiss over her forehead before looking to Jaenelle, a small bow. "Lady Jaenelle." Softer smile. "Surreal."
Exhausted, almost drained, but his eyes are bright and clearer that they've been in several days. His face is drawn and pale but his posture is strong, and his hands don't shake anymore.
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Date: 2005-07-26 03:21 am (UTC)Graysfang grumbles just a tiny bit, watching him closely for any sign of a threat, but he moves out of the way.
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Date: 2005-07-26 03:35 am (UTC)And, noting that he's been remiss, a polite nod to the four-foots. *Lord Graysfang, Lord Ladvarian.*
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Date: 2005-07-26 04:05 am (UTC)Graysfang settled back at the foot of the bed. *Prince*
Her voice was soft as she snuggled close. "How are you?"
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Date: 2005-07-26 08:08 am (UTC)Subtly, a small sphere of crystal appears on her bedside table.
"I won't stay long," he murmurs. "But I rather thought... hoped. It might help to visit for a moment."
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Date: 2005-07-26 10:41 am (UTC)*Ladvarian,* she says on an open thread so all in the room can hear her. *Surreal wants Prince Samael here with her right now.*
She smiles at Samael. "I apologize, Prince. But the males in our court get very protective of the Witches during their moontimes." She shrugs. "He is doing what he considers to be his duty."
Jaenelle looks at him for a very long moment and then nods her head. "I can see why my sister cares for you."
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Date: 2005-07-26 12:27 pm (UTC)"There's been some... upset at home." A shadow passes over his eyes for a moment, something haunted and familiar. "I thought I'd stop by and reassure that I was all right."
For now. But he won't say that either.
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Date: 2005-07-26 02:01 pm (UTC)"Better's a start," she says softly.
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Date: 2005-07-26 02:06 pm (UTC)"I'd best be on my way, I think." A small smile as he glances at the four-foots. More for their comfort than out of any danger, though... he shakes his head slightly. Impulses. Harder to control than he'd thought. "Take care, my lovely."
He slips out from behind her, and gives Jaenelle a slight bow, hands clasped delicately behind his back. An amused glance at the crystal sphere sets it alight with a soft blue glow, and music playing.
The first words trickle out as he fades. We're walking in the air / we're floating in the moonlit sky...
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Date: 2005-07-26 02:09 pm (UTC)She smiles softly as the music starts to play, remembering as she snuggles down under the covers again.
There's the slightest blush on her cheeks when she glances at Jaenelle.
"So. That's Samael."
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Date: 2005-07-26 02:43 pm (UTC)It's a music-box... type. Thing. It'll play for a touch of power, any of five songs:
Walking in the Air
Fields of Gold
As the World Falls Down
Sister Moon
All for Love (with Julien and Dai)
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Date: 2005-07-26 02:52 pm (UTC)*snuggles Sam muchly, promises that if he's still up when I get home tonight he can talk to Wes for a little while--but that he shouldn't stay up past his bedtime just for that*
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Date: 2005-07-26 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-27 12:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-26 03:27 am (UTC)Having prepared a blood nourishing and tonifying tonic of nettle, red clover and blue lotus steeped in the finest Alexandrian wine, she offered it to Surreal.
"The lotus will relax you along with the wine, while the nettle and red clover will strengthen you."
Why does your Power time afflict you so? Men usually fear this part of a woman most for according to some she is the most powerful then"- though the energy is quite chaotic."
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Date: 2005-07-26 04:28 am (UTC)"Thank you."
She looks at Fanny oddly. "Most powerful during her moon time? No, in our world the first three days are the time a witch is most vulnerable. We can't wear our Jewels. Even basic Craft can be painful."
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Date: 2005-07-26 04:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-26 04:58 am (UTC)ooc: *g* oops? wrong journal.